and . . . Oh wait, that is the wrong scary story!
Let's try this again.
It was the middle of a sunny but crisp October afternoon, just ten days before our next presidential election. I was at home making chili and butternut squash bread to take to a Halloween party later that evening. Weber had a few errands to run. While he was out, he decided that he would exercise his right to vote - early. He made his way into a packed parking lot at a branch of the public library. It quickly became apparent that many people had early voting on their Saturday agendas. Weber finally spotted someone getting in their vehicle and about to vacate a parking space. He stopped, giving this person enough room to back out, and waited patiently.
While he was waiting patiently, someone came up behind him, stopped briefly and then went around him. Weber watched as this person circled around and maneuvered himself back into the same lane where Weber was, but facing the opposite direction. You can probably see where this is going. This person managed to cut Weber off and take the parking space.
Rather than fight this guy for a spot, or, for that matter, the rest of the traffic in the parking lot, Weber just came home - without incident and without voting.
As he finished telling me his tale, I said somewhat sarcastically, "I bet I can guess who that person was going to vote for."
Weber said, "I don't have to guess; I know. He had a Romney/Ryan sticker on his Mercedes."
Why is it that stories these days are so predictable?
